The rain’s pattering taps, intensifying as I turn the corner. “Run where?” I feeling stupid. It doesn’t bother to even reply. Just the same noise intensifying by the minute. I decide to get off my couch to take a walk down the street of my apartment.

“.-. ..—.”

run.

In Morse Code.

It’s driving me mad.

Even after the rain stops, drips from the lamppost repeat the same spine-chilling word.

I walk into my apartment, trying my hardest to ignore the drips off my porch’s roof, and close the door. I prepare to get to bed as I walk into my room, I turn the lights off only to find that the room’s windows have been shattered and there is glass everywhere reflecting the colors of the sunset.